The Prophet of Berkeley Square
airs which, with the table, endeavoured, rather unsuccessfully, to furni
on the edge of one of the chairs in a dignified attitude, and cr
to dare all, and he, th
wish to speak to you as
y, and darted a searching glance from b
ey Square, sir," he said,
nessey, with mod
ed smile that was full of lusciou
s-forgive me," he exclaimed. "The Berk
d the Prophet
Madame Sagittarius,
r wi
almost than any lunar guide or starry monitor. What, oh,
ened as by an earthquake, and was obliged to apply the flight of storks to his eyes before he coul
such a fashionable neighbourhood, close to Grosvenor Square and
who still spoke with pleasant mildness, "what influence c
de in the Berkel
y not.
s Street just to see his clients in, and he is a very low-class person, even for a prophet. No, no, sir, Madame is quite right. She married me despite the damning-yes, I say, sir, the damning fact that I was a prop
gazing into Malkiel's long and excited face rou
urhoods. They burn gas and sit on horsehair. Only in rare cases do they have any bathroom in their houses. Their influence would be bad for the children when they begin to grow up. How could Corona make her debut
I'm sure," gasp
thrown in with prophets. Did Malkiel the First start the Almanac for that? Did he foster it till it went from the poor s
n idea," sai
, as Madame calls it. There have been other prophets, I know. There are other prophets. I do not attempt to deny it. But where else than here, sir"-the dogskin glove lay upon the breast of the chocolate brown frock coat-"where else than here will you find a p
ennessey. "Ce
ically? I think you will agree that I do not when you know that I am frequently mistaken for an outside broker-yes, sir, and that this has even happened upon the pier at M
ainly
hets there are-possibly men of a certain ability even in that direction-but there is only one Malkiel, only one who attends strictly to business, who d
said the Prop
kiel the Second is the exception to the rule of prophets. Yes, and Madame shall know it, too. She trusted me, sir, as only a woman can. She knew I was a
s raised. The Prophe
say the
shall never set foot in Drakeman's Villas, nor breathe the air
was about to rise, w
in a glas
answered. "Delighted, I'm sure, b
a-a pint bottle of champagne?" said the Prophet
ality overspread the tragic
ed, opening the deal d
cried the soprano voice
library for a momen
vereign over Malkiel the
gittarius, f
nearest champagne,
nea
I said, Fred
llow's next the rabbit shop," replie
his being, but he was now embarked upon
feverish geniality, "and bring back a couple of rabb
rian looked out
sir. It ain't raining,"
ror as he pressed the sovereign
n a tremulous voice, "Tell me-tell me frankly-do
drawing a tweed cap from some hidden recess beneath the counter. "B
he and Malkiel the Second sat down in silence to await the young librarian's return. Frederick Smith cam
o the Prophet as he placed them upon the table. "I got the '
pour its contents into the two tumblers of thick and rather dusty glass that Jellybrand's kept for its moments of convivial
o the Prophet, who, with a tremb
id the Prophet, s
l the Second in a forma
the Prophet's reply to give the signal for
he Prophet in a
ties, he heard Malkiel the Second s
Frederick Smith, and remember that Miss Minerva is on no account to be
ntly taken by the young librarian as a passionate gesture of dismissal. F
said Malkiel the Second, courteously.
ung, and with so many plans unfulfilled, but he felt that it was useless
ir, I am al
farcical eyes of Malkiel framed in the matted, curling hair. Then all was not over yet. There was something still in store for him. He
ou," he began, "abou
iled with
" he ejaculated. "The Berkeley Squa
the Prophet with more composure and growing earn
suppose," remarked
you kno
cy. Capricornus used to tell Madame what the weather'd b
r less like Isaiah, but he cont
resay I should have thought
inks their first baby a littl
the question for a mo
s you'r
lgently. "Well, sir, what was your n
eaming foam" had rendered him desperate, or he was to some extent steeled against the satire by the aw
keley Square I had a relati
e's are all in Brompton Cemetery. Well, sir, you'd got an
naturally
sed over. Very natural too, sir. The num
oint the Prop
, Malkiel the Second, she did nothing of the kind. What
greatly
f wine, sir. You ne
grasping the edge of the table for support
Malkiel, with unaffected sympathy. "I understand the blow.
oint the Prop
n," he cried. "U
nd drew himself
remarked, pursing up his lengthy mou
perceived
e exclaimed. "I
ined Malkiel, with icy formalit
n. My beloved grandmother still lives
very re
I thought I would cast he
d Malkiel, with quiet
rophet, with sudd
s of a thoughtful father gazing upon the quain
prefer it?" he rejo
, either by the "creaming foam
they are looked at from Berkeley Square or from-from-or from"-he sought passion
d of the Butts," said Malkiel, serenely. "But pray proceed, sir. I am all atte
tattered self-control still clung to him, and he put it
y discovered that she was going to have an accident while on an e
se of a lady who was an honoured grandmo
ecovering his composure as he approached his coup, "
in the square, si
cried the Prophet with
ect hatred of the admirable neighbo
k for inform
e square certainly, and on the ver
ther glass of champagne, drank it slowly in sips, and when the glass was
ed at length, in a muffled voice o
d by the circular movement of the yellow dogskin finger, an
rophet, drawing his cane
se pupil seemed suddenly dilated to a most preternatura
out?" murmure
s matted head in his hands a
re he raised his head, and raked his companion with a glance that was almo
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